That I Already Know Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I have poems now for you, Alma,
While I am killing my body in so many ways:
I saw you in the evening until the sun did graze
Into crepuscule;
And we could hear the airplanes and cars together:
Maybe they were trying to make some kind of stand that
I couldn’t understand;
Nor did it matter- It was like I was being kidnapped by your
Eyes;
And all you could say is, oh really, and that it was so expensive
To become a citizen of the United States:
I hardly even think that you know what you are doing to me?
I told you that you had beautiful skin, and you said you
Had to go,
But when you left you came back to me and we had one more throw,
In my eighty-five year old foyer, but we did not take off our clothes;
And I told you I loved you: I loved you so many times;
And you told me that you had something you wanted to tell me,
But you changed your mind:
Alma, and now I am in a perfect darkness, but the airplanes and
Cars still come,
And maybe what it was you were going to tell me- that I already
Know.